Fly, boys, fly

Break a leg and flap your wings. This shall be a monumental milestone for. Savour every drops of it, move that feet and get the gears rolling, if it's not been done already.

Be happy. Be happy.

Ok.

What was that? That was scary. That was proper scary. Basically I was playing with my dreams, and then the dreams toyed with me.

The house of secrets is an organised chaos.

It's not a simple onion arrangement. Different files go to different individual segments. Some are guarded more fiercely from one whilst they can become an almost trivial matter in the face of others. And vice versa. Bluffs exist. So do ones with ultra level security, however rare and far in between they are. This beautiful mess exists in the garden of everything.

Puzzle solved. Spare me from these riddles for once and let me rest. Good night.

On the Holmes with a Nokia Lumia

...which is a Microsoft Windows phone, by the way.

I've been practically preaching this on my Tumblr lately, but I'll just be a young girl and state this again here. I love the way Moffat and Gatiss interpret Mycroft Holmes. Partly, because it's not entirely dissimilar to my own. A bit subjective, I know. Sorry.

The elder Holmes has always been the most intriguing character in the original Holmes tales ever since I discovered him, more than a decade ago. The ultimate sleuth, the quiet eccentric who acknowledges the needs of all humans, including introverts, to be in others' company (Diogenes club) with an air of silent confidence that's only understood by those capable of comprehending the full extent of his abilities. The cold thinker who suppresses a lot of things for the sake of objectivity, yet he is by no means a dramatic imitation of Spock. After all, he still managed to be there whenever his bubbly little brother needed his assistance.

His character really came off as considerably solid and enigmatically engaging to my tender imagination of that time. It's kinda inspirational, and it was so impressive, more so because he's only presented in no more but a handful of lines and small chunks of rare, vague mentions of him here and there. Sir Doyle was a really good writer at that.

and so are the duo main writers of Sherlock cos they're able to cram those qualities in a single character, yet still manage to keep him in the shadow of the supposed protagonists. At least until recently, maybe, to some extent. But it's a really HARD thing to do (speaking from personal experience. I'm almost positively sure Gatiss playing the character himself also helps tremendously.) so I'm still giving a standing applause. 


Now I better not start on the masterfully done, stereotype-breaking details (normal, loving family -> cool offsprings, logical panic vs. Hollywood-level angst + recklessness, etc.) unless I want to be glued here until sunset.

I remember someone asked me why, so

It's neither here nor there. I won't be going around calling myself, of all people, a masochist. It's just, you know, I've been around for around two decades. I've not a complete list of what a person can possibly experience in life, yet, but I've checked some of that indeed. Now, among them is what one would call some moments of considerable anxiety and/or desperation. There's two possible ways to go through that: with or without company of others and to put it simply, the later has a statistically bigger tendency to be more devastating, both during and after the entire process.

Therefore it's a simple matter of my own wish, to not let any of individuals I call friends to go down that route. No, mate, you're not going to as far as I can help it - which is not much actually and largely depends on your discretion to opt for someone else's company. In a slim change you opt for mine, however, I'd of course prefer to be available for the reason I just stated above.

That's all actually, nothing much.

On Stop Pressing the Snooze Button

Sense of security, my friend. Look, just, really look. They're not even having what you're having right now - yet you're lacking what they don't know they have still. It's not even a hard thing to acquire, theoretically. Look, friend, look. That carefree betrayal of logical pessimism, that magical - as it's illogical - gleam and glitter and everything shiny. Isn't it simply beautiful? And don't even start talking about they living in a bubble. A bubble it may be, but they are living. Living. And, my friend, seriously who knows - maybe the world is a bubble. Or maybe, your world is. You see, the way those rambling adults word it like some sunflower paintings, as if they know how to paint a-, a sunflower seed in a first place. How would you know?

Optimism, my friend, wake that hell of a dragon up for God sake!

New new year

I guess people kinda learn from 2013 - new year resolution post spam is not fun and can be a little bit annoying after some time. Thank goodness I escaped the (main)stream back then.

Nevertheless, I actually do have one burning resolution this year, just for myself:

 

"Stop thinking way too much, woman, you're killing my very own sanity. And do write that down, please."

That is all.